After class, I went straight to my house and started looking for everything I could find about witches. The first thing I found was about the witches of Salem and I remembered what Coach Finstock said "She just moved from Massachusetts", Salem is in Massachusetts, right? I dug deep and deeper on the internet for hours and when I finally went to bed, all I could think about was Aphrodite. Her eyes, her perfect body, her smile, her lips... I couldn't get her off my mind and was literally craving her.
When I got to school, I told Scott about what I found out about witches.
"You need to chill, seriously Stiles. She's not a witch! Are you sure that you're not just having a crush on that girl and don't want to admit it to yourself?" Scott asked.
I sighed and left, I would never admit it but maybe Scott was right, maybe my brain made it all about the supernatural to deny the fact that it was my heart that needed her. But how can I be so addicted to a girl I just met? I mean, we haven't even really spoken, I don't know her at all but I have this feeling that I need her in my life.
That afternoon, I had lacrosse practice so I joined Scott on the field.
"So, are you gonna ask her on a date?" Scott asked.
"What are you talking about, I barely know her."
"Well, you'll never do if you don't see her out of school"
I sighed, "Yes, that's probably true."
"McCall and Stilinski! You don't need to talk to throw a ball! » shouted Coach Finstock.
Scott was right; I needed to learn more about her, and what better way to do that than to ask her on a date.
After the Lacrosse practice I called Lydia.
"Hey Lydia, you always know everything that's going on in the school, right? »
"Of course, Stiles. You want the new girl's number? Facebook? Instagram? »
"How do you... Yeah, ok, what do you know about her?"
"Well, she used to live in Massachusetts, she's a brilliant student and she lives with her mother since her father was murdered...
"Wait, murdered?!"
"Yeah, from what I've heard, he's been found dead in his own house, it was a real blood bath."
"Did they found out who did it?"
"No, everyone thought it was her wife but there weren't any evidences."
"Oh my god! That's why they moved? »
"Yes. All the neighbors were saying that she was a murderer and some even thought that she was some kind of evil witch."
"A witch? »
"Oh but don't worry. Since it's the state of the Salem witches, everyone loves to accuse women to be one of them."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"So, do you want her number? »
"Yes, please. You're the best."
"Of course, I am."
She gave me the number and we hang up. I may be right after all, she could be a witch and an evil one...No, those are just rumors...right?